Kelli P., Michigan
Don’t bother with petty questions of the weather or my day, give me the wonders of your brain, invite me to the world that lives inside of you. Tell me the dreams you’ve dreamt and the thoughts that consume you at three in the morning, what plagues you about this sad cold world, and what keeps you going on the days that you feel like another breath should be impossible.
Do you want two kids or three or do you want none at all. Do you feel you’ll ever find true love or do you think that it’s just a concept people cling to just to have a reason to live. Do you still consider Pluto a planet even though they deemed it just a piece of rock? How many universes do you think there are? How do you feel about the color purple? You can answer according to the color or the book. I just want to hear your voice washing over me and running through my veins making me feel as though you and I are the only two left, like we have all the time in the world to talk about everything that has ever passed through our minds. I want to watch your lips move and get distracted wondering what they would be like against mine. I want to scoot closer to you as the time ticks on ad the hour grows later and later, I want you to speak passionately so that I can get lost and fall in love with every word falling out of your mouth. I want to know the depths of your soul by the end of your last sentence as the sun rises over our night long conversation. I want you, and every word that makes up who you are.
So talk to me and just let the words go, let them come straight from your heart to my ear, just speak, and let me know you.
Easton B., 15, Michigan
A Warm, muggy night near Windsor
All is quiet in across the river in Detroit
Except the tumultuous sound of Wings Fans in the Joe
Versus the Maple Leafs, Game 69 of 82
Both out of playoffs, reigniting the rivalry
Puck drops, fans yell “Charge!”
A few minutes in, Toronto fans rarr
But the goal’s no good, Red Wings stood
Applauding the choice of the blind as can be refs.
The drunk Toronto fan in front of us had a musk
As strong as a quarry smell
He was booing every time Datsyuk Touched the puck
Down they go, Glenny’s goal!
Up now 1 to 0
No goal for the red wings, the fans upset
Booing Mr. Ref, with all kinds of hate
No score yet as Toronto gets a breakaway
Grabner’s tripped, time for penalty shot
Down now 1 to 0
Third period starts as fans boo the Leafs
About whose team is better
A fight breaks out in the stands between
A young Detroit college kid and a middle aged Leaf fan
Both taken into custody, one gets deported
And the other kicked out of an amazing game
Nothings new on the ice as wing fans boo
Game ends 1 to 0 Leafs are yelling woo hoo
Ready to beat the refs into a pulp
A young Toronto family in town seeing the game,
A boy near 10 a girl near 7 happy their team won
As old wing’s fans complain they aren’t like Gordie Howe
A tough loss, especially now as the wings need a spot
To continue their playoff dreams of
MJ, 18, Michigan
I took one look and I was hooked
Chasing you as far as I could on foot
I watched you jump, so I did, too
And I fell down,
Into the rabbit hole
When I landed, the scenery was new
Only things I'd see in dreams fueled from grew
I searched for you in tea parties and forests,
Even ran into absurd card florists,
But you were too occupied at Heart Castle
I found you with the Queen,
And I figured she stole you with her ravine
So I ran far,
Seeking to gain control
I ran with tears streaming down my cheeks,
And came across a cat who seemed to be a sneak
He told me nothing of where I could go,
So I decided to find the hat man again to put on a show
He gave me a crazy beverage, which I drank to my dismay,
And we had fun with the hare, doing things that'd make you pray
They left me all alone with nothing but my thoughts,
Pondering whether or not this is what happens in the plot
And I shook,
Until I heard a crackle of hard coal
I turned to see a strange blue thing yelling in my direction
Smoke filled the air, clouding my inspection
Suddenly I was in front of him with nothing but my tattered blue dress
He looked me over, now that I'm closer it seemed he needed to reassess
"you seem to be searching for someone, is that true?" he spoke
I proceed to explain my side, ending in a croak
He told me to close my eyes and fall backward, into the ground,
I did as I was told, having no idea where I was bound
I then opened my eyes to find myself lying in a field of daises
So I laughed,
Wishing it was all a dream with all my heart and soul.
plantbaby, 17, Michigan
tidal waves in my chest and lava at my feet
I never fell off the chair
I ripped off my skin sheet the time I jumped
I loved you all
an army of monstrous creations
I will always be the worst
fabricating your existence for an unfair game
I've written myself as a tragic hero
but I'm not in this play
I am the set
I am the lights
I am the writer
I am the paper
I've become what I hate most
I've always been what I hate most
I created the concept of what I hate most
and after all this
I am still uncomfortable with any idea I have
I can't lack confidence when I am confidence
I can't fear death when I am death
I jumped off the chair
they warned me about that
Jeremiah R., Michigan
Once I was lost
in the vast desert of life,
stumbling all alone.
Reaching out to the heavens
searching for an answer,
a sense of peace.
The more I dug deeper,
the further lost I had become.
Twisted and tangled in a web of fear.
Only here in the dark did I sense peace, in this nightmare I found myself.
The battle is far from over
but I know moving forward
that I will find what I'm looking for.
A light at the end of the tunnel,
the man that was buried here all along.
A man among men, my true soul.
Here in a place I now call home.
Gessel A., Arizona
Please, don't make me fall in love with you.
I will try to push you away, but I will only want you more, the more attention you show me.
I will fall in love with the way you laugh at the silly things your friends say. Or the way you giggle when I make a silly face.
I will fall in love with those emerald green with brown specks eyes of yours. The way they light up as you talk about your passions or goals in life. The way I get lost in them as you stare back into mine.
I will fall in love with the way your fingers feel so right intertwined with mine. And the way you always rub your thumb in a circle in the same area of my hand.
I will notice the little movements you do like the constant tapping of your feet. Or the way you're always making some sort of beat.
I will spoil you with love and affection, but then feel too clingy, and notice the way you smile at me with that goofy, crooked smile of yours and kiss my forehead to reassure me that it's okay.
I will fall in love with the simple things like holding the door open no matter where we are. Or the way you mindlessly play with my hair. Or how you mindlessly rub my back.
I will love the way you always support me, but make sure that I don't make a stupid decision. The way you're my best friend and I can completely be myself around you.
I will fall in love with all of your flaws. How stubborn or hotheaded you can be. How you don't always look your best, but in my eyes you are the most beautiful person in the world, regardless of what you look like.
I will fall in love with your spontaneous moments. The random attack of hugs and kisses you make. The way that not every moment has to be captured on camera.
I will fall in love with your gentlemanly manners. The way you respect me and what I'm comfortable with. The way you will never pressure me into doing anything I don't want to do.
I will spoil the life out of you with surprises and little reminders in replacement of constantly saying "I love you." I will give you my all and only ask for your love in return.
I will fall in love with the bags under your eyes when you haven't had enough sleep. The crease in the corner of your eyes that only show up when you're laughing hysterically.
I will fall in love with your shy moments because you just did something embarrassing and how red your cheeks get and the way you try to cover your face up afterwards.
I will write you cute little love letters and watch the way you react as you read them. I will love the way you show me off to the world and tell everyone, "that's my girl."
I will love those silent moments that are comforting just being in each other's company.
I will fall in love with the way you wrinkle your nose when you make a silly face.
I will fall in love with those philosophical conversations at 4 am, laying on the hood of your car. I will notice how you ramble on and on about your views of life and the universe.
I will fall in love with the way your jaw tenses and you clench your first as you are furious. Or the pain in your face as you try bench 10 more pounds.
I will love the way you wrap your arms around my waist and bury your head in the crook of my neck as you give me soft kisses.
I will play with your luscious hair, constantly running my fingers through it as you lay in my lap and look up at me.
You will mean everything to me and more. I may be as handful but I promise you, I will show you the universe.
I beg you though, if you do not love me, please don't make me fall in love with you. I will get through it, but it'll be dreadful and I will cry my heart out.
I will write out millions of things and then throw them away because I feel like they're not good enough.
I will want to text you all day since you're constantly running in my mind. I will start typing out a message to you, then delete it because I know you do not love me.
I will remember all of our good and bad times. I will remember the way you liked your coffee in the morning. Or the way your breath always smelled minty because you hated having a bad breath.